I can't believe... I was only able to churn out 600 words. It seemed longer than that too! Ah oh well. I hadn't meant to get into this for a couple more chapters but I decided the story needed to be sped up. But there might not be another update for a very long time... yes longer than this time I'm afraid. The anime con's coming in May and I got a whole fic starting from scratch to finish before then to sell. For now, just make do with this. I warn you, I've been watching too much of the Gravi angst scenes so this one goes all emo. It's in Ed's POV.
There's going to be a lot of chapters in Ed's POV from now on so cue the angst. Because Ed is an angst whore.
Cafe Elric
By: KatYoukaiWarning: Eventual EdxAl. That means a guy on guy relationship. If you don't like that kind of stuff, get out. Now
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, too tired and sleepy to come up with some kind of witty pun...
Chapter 9: Transparent Memories
Edward was falling. As he fell, the darkness reached up to eagerly engulf him and swamp him in a sea of nostalgic memories.
It had been a regular day… but had ended in disaster. Short, plump fingers gripped a bright red toy train – a child's hands; so unlike his own callused ones.
Voices called, voices he hadn't heard in what seemed like an eternity, calling from years away. A gleeful response came from his mouth – was this really him? – and he clambered up onto unsteady feet.
The world seemed so much bigger; or was he just smaller? His short legs carried him across the small distance to the one person he cherished most in the world.
Laughter filled the air, such an unfamiliar sound. A gentle weight fell against him, so soft, so warm.
"Edo-chan! Aru-chan!"
He looked up into his mother's smiling face. That smile spoke eons of happiness and brightened his heart like nothing else. But in a moment that comforting warmth against him and the brilliance of his mother's smile were whisked away by roaring flames. But if he was burning, why did he feel so cold? And Edward was falling.
He couldn't tell if his eyes were open or closed. Either way, everything was pitch black.
Edward shivered. He hadn't had that nightmare in such a long time. So why did it suddenly resurface now?
The blond sat up, pulling the sheets closer and wrapping them tightly around his shaking body. Was it… because of that boy?
Edward sighed and slid out of bed, the blankets pooling to fill the abandoned space like liquid. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep now.
He staggered down the staircase drowsily, rubbing his temples at the oncoming headache. The blond disconnectedly found his way to the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboard in search of some painkillers.
What was it about that guy? Why couldn't I turn him down? Is it because he's got the same name?
Edward filled a cup with faucet water and swallowed it along with a bunch of tablets.
But it's not just that. They look exactly the same.
He let out a breath, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I wanted to forget… but that boy…The blond sighed and lay down on the couch, his body sprawled out limply over the furniture. He turned his head to the side, gaze falling on the Christmas gift Alphonse had – quite insistently – given him.
"Why…?"
"Are you alright?"
"Hn?" Edward looked up.
Alphonse tilted his head, "You've been acting really out of it. Even for you."
"Not of your concern."
"Is it… because of what happened on Christmas…?"
The older teen froze. He didn't speak and his face was unreadable. A frown etched itself across Alphonse's features.
"Ano… gomen. I didn't mean to be so harsh or anything…"
The lighter blond blinked and turned his gaze to the younger male.
"I don't know what happened in the past but what's passed is passed. It's selfish for you to wrap yourself up in all your self-pity and completely ignore the people that care about you. Can't you see how much you're affecting the people around you?"
"But I--,"
"It's unhealthy to dwell on the past."
"You don't understand!"
"It's… not that…"
The dirty blond blinked, "Then what is it?"
Don't speak to me in that familiar tone.
Edward was silent.
"Hey…"
Don't show me that face.
"Edward…"
Don't call my name.
And the tears fell.
Don't make me remember that time.
Now a little bonus bit.
What Happens When Kat Goes to Her Friends For Help With Fics:
So, I was walking down the hallway with Fred to get our lunches while discussing what I could have the characters do at the Christmas party... dialogue is as follows.
Me: Well I was thinking of having Ed sneak out of the party after Roy and Hughes get drunk... er... again.
Fred: Oh! How 'bout he sneaks into the back alley...
Me: Mmhmm...?
Fred: And he gets raped!
Me: No.
Fred: (pouts)
Me: Anyway, I was thinking of having Al go after him...
Fred: And he gets raped too?
Me: What is with you an rape?
Fred: Your dirty mind is a bad influence on me.
Me: Do you have any good ideas?
Fred: Ah! I know!
Me: (sigh) Yes...?
Fred: How about... they get raped... they rape each other... then they rape themselves!
Silence
Me: Fred, that's sex and masturbation.